You fuckers have some good juju. Connor Henry was born today, 19 inches 6 pounds 4 oz of pure perfection. Perfect lungs. No fucking problems whatsoever. Last I saw mom she was happily nursing and my son, the daddy, was sitting there smiling and crying.

What a perfect Fucking day.

When the only tool you got is a hammer, every problem looks like a hippie.

Mmmmmm I love the smell of Burning Man - Token

Getting overly dramatic about the ticket sale process is so 2012. - Maladroit

tamarakay wrote:You fuckers have some good juju. Connor Henry was born today, 19 inches 6 pounds 4 oz of pure perfection. Perfect lungs. No fucking problems whatsoever. Last I saw mom she was happily nursing and my son, the daddy, was sitting there smiling and crying.

Thanks Minxy. He's at the vet now, in overnight so they can hydrate him before the surgery. The infection was down quite a bit, an he was peppier yesterday and today. I told him to stay a miracle kitty, and bounce back to me tomorrow.

My old dog Shadow was put down today. You may recall a year and a half ago, she had 3 tumors removed. Today, the vet said that her infection was systemic and the new rugby ball sized tumor could not be removed without nerve damage, and that the chances for her survival were not good.

Had a huge fight with my 80 year old mother in law this morning over heirloom furniture . I'm apperntly being petty for wanting to keep the things I've been given almost 20 years ago. God help me she's lost her mind. I had hubby (Figment) come home from work (crying) and we emptied "her" furniture and filled her spare bedroom to the walls :/ I'm still hunting assorted embroideries she can shove where the oh wait ..be nice jella be nice

on another note...yay I get to go furniture shopping !

Burning Man isn't about the stuff you see when you get there ....it's about the people that brought that stuff there

Jella, My mother in law is 92 and mean as a fucking snake. Same as when I last spoke to her 52 years ago.. My daughter did get lots of vintage cloths from her.. The kid looks great in 30's evening wear.. Also a hat collection from the 20's 30's..

MA..Yes a litle onset and alot of old fiesty uptinth generation Catholic mother of 8 :/ Today I plan to stay postitive and hope that having her things around her give her comfort and happiness...I swear I swear I mean it

Have a funkin groovy Thursday my friends !

Burning Man isn't about the stuff you see when you get there ....it's about the people that brought that stuff there

I found out last week that one of my most favourite people on the planet has throat cancer. A particularly nasty one by all accounts, requiring the most aggressive of treatments.

This woman is an athletic non-smoker, who leads the most exemplary lifestyle out of ALL of my “most favourite people”.

I would ask for all of you out there with the inclination, to keep her in your “prayers” for healing.

She is one of the most incredible people I have ever known.... Unfailingly balanced and strong and heart-filled and giving... a spirit that soars much higher than the norm around here. She's a fucking joy to behold.

We had invited her to attend Burning Man with my husband last year – ticket provided. She had REALLY wanted to go, having been fascinated by BM since she first heard about it, but instead ended up declining because her parents needed her and she couldn't justify something so selfish at that time.

That's just so HER. Others first.

Turning my sadness to fucking ire is this:

My first inclination upon hearing the news was to gather up the funds to buy her a Vitamix system – which I believe she'd really appreciate during the times in her treatment when she wont be able to swallow anything that isn't liquid.

We belong to a circle of VERY close friends. I asked only those in this circle.

To my absolute astonishment, I found that those who are struggling financially -- those who really don't have a penny extra to give – all readily and without the slightest hesitation pledged “up to a maximum of $100” towards the system.

...and those with mansions and year-old BMW's as their “lesser vehicles” – who travel abroad multiple times a year, and plop down more than $100 at restaurants a week.... cried poverty. Getting them to give $20 was like pulling teeth without anaesthetic. For a friend. For a GOOD friend!!!

So I'm like... Fuck!.... totally and forever seeing these people in a completely different light.

(although rightfully 9/10ths of that statement belongs in the “Fuck YEAH!!” file -- for the first bunch, who are the fucking awesome people I knew they were!!!)

Mind tweek necessary now to remove that ire and focus on the GOOD... on the HEALING... on the LOVE!!! and so I dump it here to be done with it.

...and ask again for your prayers.

Worry is a misuse of imagination“She hadblue skin, And so didhe. He kept it hid And so did she.They searched for blueTheir whole life through, Then passed right by- And never knew.” Shel Silverstein

Almost-immediate response from my fucking amazing sister asking if Hélène had a paypal account prompts me to mention here that there is NO need for money here. We've got the money part covered. What we need is good vibes... massive calls for a miracle.

I know no better crowd to make that call out to. You people whose hearts seep out miracles constantly.You fucking amazing dreamers of positive dreams that undoubtedly turn to reality.

Yep... Definitely the right crowd for this task!!!

THANK YOU!!!

Worry is a misuse of imagination“She hadblue skin, And so didhe. He kept it hid And so did she.They searched for blueTheir whole life through, Then passed right by- And never knew.” Shel Silverstein